An Irishman goes into a pub that he has never been in before and orders 3 beers, all at once. He sits at a table and drinks from one glass and then from each of the others in a round robin. He finishes his beers and goes up to the bar and says, 'Aye, and I'll have another round if you please' to the barkeep.

The barkeep says, 'And wouldn't you rather that I give them to ye separately so as to presarve the freshness?' 'No', says the drinker, 'I'm drinkin with me brothers, one is in Amerika and t'other is in Ostrailia, and I'm drinking with them'.

The Irishman becomes a regular in this pub, performing the same ritual of drinking with his far off brothers. At last, one day he comes in and only orders 2 beers. The other patrons notice this and assume the worst and believe that something has happened to one of his brothers. They elect one of themselves to go over and offer condolences. The chosen one goes over and says 'Aye and something has happened to one of your brothers has it? We want you to know how sorry we all are.'

The Irishman, a bit taken aback, replys, 'Not a bit of it....... meself, I've quit drinking!'

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rage at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas

An Englishman, an Scotsman and a Irishman walk into a bar. All three order beers. A fly comes a long and lands in the Englishman's beer. He sets it aside and calls to the bartender to bring him another. The fly moves along and ends up deciding to land in the Scotsman's beer. The Scotsman picks the fly out, tosses the fly aside and continues drinking his beer. The fly, being a very thirsty and resilient fly indeed, is undeterred and lands in the Irishman's beer. Irishman picked up and held it by it's little fly wings and scream, "SPIT IT OUT YA BASTARD!"

(w/ apologies to all the fine Irish people amongst us)

Howdy Doody's past the House of Aquarius. Bring me more whiskey and rye!